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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Joy Of The Cross</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long plunged in sorrow, I resign<br>My soul to that dear hand of thine,<br>Without reserve or fear;<br>That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;<br>Or into smiles of glad surprise<br>Transform the falling tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sole possession is thy love;<br>In earth beneath, or heaven above,<br>I have no other store;<br>And, though with fervent suit I pray,<br>And importune thee night and day,<br>I ask thee nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My rapid hours pursue the course<br>Prescribed them by love's sweetest force,<br>And I thy sovereign will,<br>Without a wish to escape my doom;<br>Though still a sufferer from the womb,<br>And doomed to suffer still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By thy command, where'er I stray,<br>Sorrow attends me all my way,<br>A never–failing friend;<br>And, if my sufferings may augment<br>Thy praise, behold me well content--<br>Let sorrow still attend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It cost me no regret, that she,<br>Who followed Christ, should follow me,<br>And though, where'er she goes,<br>Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet,<br>I love her, and extract a sweet<br>From all my bitter woes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu! ye vain delights of earth,<br>Insipid sports, and childish mirth,<br>I taste no sweets in you;<br>Unknown delights are in the cross,<br>All joy beside to me is dross;<br>And Jesus thought so too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cross! Oh, ravishment and bliss--<br>How grateful e'en its anguish is;<br>Its bitterness how sweet!<br>There every sense, and all the mind,<br>In all her faculties refined,<br>Tastes happiness complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Souls once enabled to disdain<br>Base sublunary joys, maintain<br>Their dignity secure;<br>The fever of desire is passed,<br>And love has all its genuine taste,<br>Is delicate and pure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Self–love no grace in sorrow sees,<br>Consults her own peculiar ease;<br>'Tis all the bliss she knows;<br>But nobler aims true Love employ;<br>In self–denial is her joy,<br>In suffering her repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorrow and love go side by side;<br>Nor height nor depth can e'er divide<br>Their heaven–appointed bands;<br>Those dear associates still are one,<br>Nor till the race of life is run<br>Disjoin their wedded hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus, avenger of our fall,<br>Thou faithful lover, above all<br>The cross has ever borne!<br>Oh, tell me,--life is in thy voice--<br>How much afflictions were thy choice,<br>And sloth and ease thy scorn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy choice and mine shall be the same,<br>Inspirer of that holy flame<br>Which must for ever blaze!<br>To take the cross and follow thee,<br>Where love and duty lead, shall be<br>My portion and my praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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My soul to that dear hand of thine,
Without reserve or fear;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.

My sole possession is thy love;
In earth beneath, or..."></div>
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